Children Of Bodom

Don't care. Have faith or mindset;
Plunder and pillage, yet
Complain, whine, and cry like a baby.
Ain't so tough after all.
You claim that you don't believe in nothing.
Goddamn that must be exhausting.
I know, you know this is getting boring.
A little dull, don't you think?

And not to mention
Hatred, loathing, and revulsion
You just throw around.
Like it's not even there.

Embracing dissolution; is that who
I have become over the years?
Aversion to entity and life in this world
Broke you up in tears.

When the night comes,
When the sunlight dies.
That's what it sounds like
when a nihilist cries.

So it finally
All got back to me.
A real reactionary
Is what you'd like to be.

When the night comes,
When the sunlight dies.
That's what it sounds like
when a nihilist cries.